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You know son, it was very difficult to write this little letter.
Because the age is coming, the heart becomes more sensitive and the tears insist to fall.
I just would like you to know that you made the mission of being a father much easier.
I taught you some things, but it was you who taught me the main.
I corrected some directions, but you taught me the way.
I showed you that in life we have problems, and you showed me God in whom we should trust.
Beside you, I spent unforgettable moments, such that the time will never erase.
When you were a little boy, you ran into my arms and in a long hug I felt like the greatest of mortals.
On the "Catch one, catch all", you were so fast and I was so slow, I could never catch you.
On the "Hide and seek", you hid always in the same place, and I could never find you.
I remember our trips to the beach, the sand castles that the tide insisted to raze.
The superheroes miniatures that you enjoyed so much to play.
Look how funny it is: I miss everything!
Even the noise of the drums, on those lazy Sunday afternoons,
when I would like to rest.
Our movie sections, where we used to look for the dialogues and scenes that marked us to talk about them later.
Oh how many things I miss, son...
The long eclipse time, the orange sunset that should never end.
That night on the porch, the fireworks that looked like it happened just for us.
But I want to confess one thing: all of this was an excuse.
Because what marked me the most was having you by my side.
But of all we went through together, a fact marked my life a lot.
For you maybe it was not the most important, but for me it was the main.
It was a common day, nothing special.
As a father, I felt I needed to have a conversation with you, fix some directions.
I grabbed a stool, putted it into the place you liked most to be.
I remember like it was today
My words were these:
"My son, I will tell you something you may not like to hear.
But I do this because I love you, and as a father, I have an obligation and a responsibility, and I never want to omit myself.
And If one day you have a son, I expect you to do the same, if someday you need."
And there we talked for a long time.
And after a long tearfully hug, we exchanged vows of love.
Yes, because the poets and minstrels are wrong when they believe the vows of love only serve for lovers.
Vows of love also serve for parents and children.
At that moment, I felt the most important thing a father could feel:
I had your heart, my son.
Now you are getting married and I want to give you some advices:
Love your wife. But remember: Loving is not enough, have attitudes.
Respect her always, if you are near or far.
Try not to yell or raise your voice to talk.
Always walk hand in hand, even when you two get old.
Write letters, send flowers and never let the romance ends.
If God gives you the grace to have children, take them to the circus, to the movies.
Play "Catch one, catch all". You will see how they are so fast and you are so slow that it is hard to catch them.
Play "Hide and seek", perhaps they always hide in the same place and you will see how difficult it is to find them.
Eat popcorn. Tell them histories of princes and princess.
Speak about God and his greatness.
Stop to see an eclipse, even if it takes a long time.
Watch a sunset, you might be lucky and it will be orange.
But, above all, value the small things because in them are the true happiness.
But if one day your child needs, do not be shy: Grab a stool, put into place that he likes to stay.
Invite him to have a sit, talk, then hug and surely God will give you the supreme grace, the same I had one day to hear from a son simply:
"My father, I love you."